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Chapter Thirty-Three: The White Dew Has Yet to Dry
He stood up.
Inside the room was a turntable, MonsterGODJ, said to be the best turntable available.
It was brought over by Zhou Ziyan, and the celebratory atmosphere on his birthday was all thanks to this machine.
In his houses, whether in Qingcheng or France, such liveliness was rare. He thought it was useful, so he let Zhou Ziyan stay.
Zhou Xuanyu pulled out a CD, slid it into the machine, and casually pressed the switch.
The music that played from the speakers was the same song that Junxi and Zhou Ziyan had danced to that day.
He slowed down the tempo of the song.
Junxi watched as Zhou Xuanyu walked back towards her, bending down to extend his clean, long hand in front of her.
"Mm?" It was a seductive hum, carrying an inviting tone.
Junxi smiled and pointed at her feet.
"But I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Zhou Xuanyu's hand swept around her waist, lifting her up effortlessly.
Junxi was caught off guard; with one foot on the ground, her balance became unstable. In a moment of instinct, she wrapped her arms around Zhou Xuanyu's waist.
Her soft body pressed tightly against his iron-like abdomen.
He looked down at her.
"Is it okay?"
This person, who had already taken the initiative in a domineering manner, still remembered to end with a gentlemanly touch.
Junxi looked up into his deep eyes, every inch of her skin that felt his warmth was screaming; she was completely captivated by the strong curves left on his body from exercise.
Her heartbeat and breathing quickened to a level that made her feel embarrassed.
How could it not be okay?
She nodded, her face turning crimson.
Zhou Xuanyu was unfazed by her shyness; he calmly led her to the center of the carpet, as if dancing with her at that moment was merely to make up for her earlier sigh.
The carpet was soft and plush, gently tickling the sole of her left foot. She felt as if she were standing on a cloud, floating yet anxious about the possibility of falling at any moment.
"I danced to this song with Zhou Ziyan that day."
The position was the same, though there was an additional carpet laid out.
Zhou Xuanyu remained silent.
He knew.
That day, he had stood at the door, watching their dance from beginning to end.
Wearing the most unsuitable outfit yet managing to perform such a graceful dance—only Wen Junxi could achieve that.
He had never seen a woman who could dance with such grace and confidence while maintaining a soft and alluring posture. At that moment, her brilliance overshadowed everything else.
The men standing beside him were chatting casually while stealing glances at her.
"Who is that beautiful girl dancing with Zhou Gongzi?"
"That's Hua Wenjunxi from the English department. How do you not know this? So out of touch!"
"Oh wow, you really are out of the loop. Only realizing there's such a beauty right before graduation. Look at Zhou Gongzi's smugness; I wish I could hold that beauty for a dance..."
To hold a beauty for a dance...
Such thoughts stirred in every man's mind.
He tightened his grip on his phone, pondering when that little girl had grown into such an enchanting figure that drew men in like moths to a flame.
He had missed so much.
When he received the invitation to the ball, the first thought that crossed his mind was of her.
He felt an inexplicable joy, though he couldn't quite understand why. Was it because he finally found a reason to hold a beauty close? Or was it simply the prospect of sharing a dance...
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